The Protector Novel Chinese Novels & Stories

I asked Nixon. “She doesn’t like me. Every time I get near with Mia, Cheska would always get irritated and fired back. It’s not good pissing a witch. Besides, I forgot my protection at home.” “What protection are talking about?” “Protection from their spells. After my friend’s encounter with her at the canteen, our healer gave us some amulet to protect…” “Hold on a second,” I stopped Nixon from talking. We heard Cheska was searching for the same book Nixon borrowed to read, and she was heading to our direction.

He placed a hand on his face, " smart, kind and a freaking hybrid.... You must dear is the reincarnation of hybrid Veronica and you're a great treat," He stopped talking. I find it hard to believe, my parents would go ask for help from a powerful witch and so many years have and they haven't thought about telling me, rather they sent me here to the academy and didn't even card. "So? What do you want from me?".. I reinstated my eyesight on him. "Oh! It's simple, win the tournament and become a protector of the three realms,". He showed me a picture of what happens when someone becomes a protector, that person becomes a full-fledged werewolf but in my case, a tribrid ". He expressed and swiftl

As I begin to sweat profusely, I soon become aware of the poison that is leaking out of me slowly. I stand there, wishing that everything could be as simple as this, and I watch as the toxins and sweat that I have been sweating run down the drain with the scorching water. Try not to think about Thessy. Not at this time. Not the sweet and innocent child who used to follow me around and had two long braids and freckles on her face. Or the kind and powerful lady she had become as she had grown up. Although I said I would protect her, I was unable to do so. She was my sister in every sense of the word.

***Selene*** I'm Selene and I've been cursed to protect the golden bloodline all my life. It was not an easy task as I had to fight off almost all the werewolves in the world to protect it. Our family has been cursed to be the protector of the golden bloodline and to also protect the person whom it chooses. It has been passed from one generation to another and it's my turn. It is a blessing and also a curse.

Jackson spoke while his mouth was busy chewing the tobacco. “Is she changing?” Auntie Caroline wrinkled her forehead. “Without being bitten?” Mr. Jackson nodded. “That’s true. The heiress and the heirs of The Protectors have already that blood and power inside their blood veins. Even since they were born on this earth…” He breathed deeply as he revealed the contradicting facts about The Protector Clans. Auntie Caroline sobbed her breathtaking and leaned her chin with her hand as she thought about it. “Our familial manuscript never talked about it, Jackson!” She paused. “I just knew it!” She looked at Mr. Jackson. “Why did you just tell me about it?”

But the moment those invaders entered within 20 meters range from the turret they got caught by an invisible power that held them into place and they couldn’t detect any spirit-qi before their bodies turned into swiss cheese with bloody holes and fell from the sky. Aurelia looked at the protector who stood beside her turret and smiled. “Thanks, mom.” Said Aurelia toward Her mother who wears the white traditional cloth of this world which strangely matches the features of the Roman woman. “No problem sweety” Helena responds with a smile as she continues to guard her daughter against any threat that might threaten her. While the Aurelia side was going smoothly, the side of Tian Xiulan and Liu

Definitely not attackers. I swipe it open. There’s only one sentence. " Your protector isn’t who you think." That’s it. No greeting. No signature. No threat. Just that one suffocating sentence. My breath turns shallow. My fingers go cold. Your protector. It has to mean Cole.

A heat signature, faint but steady, moving through the ruins of a collapsed dome. And then, a single word appeared in the center of thescreen, written in the cold, precise font of the Shield: PROTECT. I stood up, the grief in my chest turning into a cold, burning resolve. He was down there. Somewhere in thedark. And if he had spent his life being my shield, I wouldspend the rest of mine being his light.

He wrapped me in his strong arms, like he was trying to protect me from everything, and tucked his chin on top of my head, whispering almost to himself: "I knew I had to come back fast... I could feel it..." He smiled, still in disbelief, and murmured with raw emotion that made my breath catch: "Fuck. I'm the luckiest man in the world." The wind blew around us, like the universe itself was telling us we were finally exactly where we were supposed to be. In Rocco's arms, I felt that after so long, I was finally in the right place. In the embrace of my safe harbor. My Rocco. My protector. My piece of heaven on earth. My great love.